New Kicks lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty & Famous Dex]
Huh?
Aye!
What?
A-A-Astro, got it runnin'
pus*y!
Yeah! (Mathiastyner)
Okay!
Uh, yeah (Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man)

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
New kicks, check that (Huh?)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (What?)
All you other rappers got set back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch I said that (Huh?)
New kicks, check that (Yeah)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (Okay!)
All you other rappers got set-back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch, I said that (Okay!)

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Your b*tch on my di*k, she a dummy (Ayy!)
Wrap that boy up with some tape, he a mummy (What?, pus*y!)
Pull out my di*k and I nut on her tummy
DC my slime, his nose always runny (Thottie!, ayy!)
pus*y be talkin' that f*ck sh*t (Huh?)
Call up Lil CJ, that boy he gon' dump sh*t
Broke boi be hating, he know that I run sh*t
I got a pregnant b*tch, I'm with that dumb sh*t (Huh?)
Sike b*tch, I'm playin'
Lil Frosty goin' Super Saiyan (Okay!)
Get rich or die trying was the plan
If I go back home, then b*tch, I'm the man (Huh?)
Ayy, f*ck a handout, b*tch I won't ask for sh*t
Come get your bae cuz' she all on my di*k (b*tch!)
f*ckin' with Frosty, your b*tch might get hit (Thot!)
I don't sell no crack but my chain cost a brick (Huh?)
Lightskin b*tch in my DMs tryna f*ck (What?)
You can get this di*k, but miss me with the cuff (Okay)
That b*tch like a blower, all she wanna do is suck (Yeah)
Body bag the pus*y, left that in the trunk (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty and DC The Don]
New kicks, check that (Huh?)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (What?)
All you other rappers got set back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch I said that (Huh?)
New kicks, check that (Yeah)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (Okay!)
All you other rappers got set-back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch, I said that (Okay!) (What?)

[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Shout out my n*gga Big Frosty, uh (Slatt!)
Tell 'em get off me, uh (Yeah!)
No I'm not Jesus, don't cross me, uh, yeah (b*tch!)
You n*ggas is salty (What?)
She wanna gobble my di*k it's impossible
b*tch I don't want you, I swear that I'm positive, um (What!)
My n*ggas slide through to your crib then we bringin' Bruce Wayne cuz' I swear that we robbin' yah (Skrrt, skrrrrt!)
Slide, slide, n*ggas finna die (What!)
b*tch we came in with that fire
.223, on the side (Yeah!)
Cut that boy neck off, got machete, I know that his head soft
He deserved it, they callin' it manslaughter
And we poppin' too much, make the lead hotter
And your b*tch got no name, call her head doctor
Tell Lil Frosty to pull up and Dead Shot him (Bow, bow, bow bow!)
That's my n*gga, on God we don't playin' bout him
And your mans got his blood on my red bottoms
f*ck!
(b*tch!)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
New kicks, check that (Huh?)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (What?)
All you other rappers got set back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch I said that (Huh?)
New kicks, check that (Yeah)
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that (Okay!)
All you other rappers got set-back (b*tch!)
I run the game, b*tch, I said that